Poetic Explanation for my Sickly Situation

All I want is a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest
Yet I’m shaken awake
Seized by a thought that’s so funny I can’t stop laughing
I call my friends and they gather around to hear what’s so funny
They just stare at me as I try to communicate through gang signs
Finally they understand
They throw a parade in my honor
I ride out on a white stallion, escorted by four horsemen.
I gaze up at the moon and I am happy.
Suddenly, the horsemen reveal their true plan
They shove me and the horse into a trailer and leave a guard to make sure I don’t escape
She ties me down and starts asking me questions
When I don’t give her the answers she wants, she is not patient with me
She stabs me with some sort of truth serum and hooks me up to a lie detector
No matter how my brain lies to me that I’m calm,
I can always rely on the constant beeping of the lie detector.

But what’s this?
Now the guard is dancing about, under the chandeliers
The trailer stops and my captors heave me onto a raft
I float down this strange sterile river, spun about by eddies and whirlpools
They bring me up to a dock and toss me into a giant crib
I look up and see that my friend has somehow managed to stow away unnoticed
I tell him to call for help
He tries, but there’s no signal
He tells me that some of my other friends witnessed the kidnaping
They are on their way to save me
Oh no!  Someone’s spotted my friend.
Before I can even say goodbye, they’ve taken him away
Now the drugs the guards have given me wear off
I realize that I’m in a hospital bed
On my left is a woman groaning, sobbing, and then, vomiting uncontrollably
I send up a silent prayer for her to be comforted
On my right is an older woman, whose chain-smoking habits have finally caught up with her.
I believe I overheard the word ‘metastasized’
And now here comes the nurse, Summer is her name
I wonder how she deals with living a lie nine months out of the year.
“You’re free to go.”

The words take me by surprise.
I hardly know what to do with myself.
It hardly seems fair to leave those two women here with their all-too-cheerful captors.
I walk out between my two bodyguards, two of my roommates.
I can only think of two things:
First, “I’m glad I wore tube socks for Tube-sock Tuesday.”

And, second–I wonder if I’m disappointing anyone by getting better.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. poetryroad
    Jan 29, 2012 @ 08:45:21

    Okay…wow…seriously twisted dream perhaps? I really enjoyed the tale and the words chosen kept me on to the end where I too laughed!!!


    • wordcoaster
      Jan 29, 2012 @ 11:09:29

      It’s not really a dream, though that’s what it felt like, what it still feels like now so much later. Glad you enjoyed it and it made you laugh at the end! 🙂


  2. zongrik
    Jan 29, 2012 @ 13:40:32

    funny dream, what is tube-sock tuesday??



    • wordcoaster
      Jan 29, 2012 @ 14:34:55

      Thanks– Tube-sock Tuesday is something my friends and I used to do where we’d wear long socks (like soccer socks) on Tuesdays–usually with shorts and/or sandals so we stood out.


  3. Taylor
    Jan 29, 2012 @ 15:31:09

    emotional, beautiful, and dramatic story…

    masterfully told,

    Happy Rally.


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